Just when I thought it was safe to open my eldest daughter's lunch basket, I had the scare of the century. Out of the basket I pulled a green cat-like object, sculpted from beeswax. Fine. Wrapped in the cat's tail is a gold colored object perfectly sculpted in the image of a PENIS. I was home alone, so I swallowed hard and set it on the counter. The next morning, a bleary eyed and sleepy voiced Zoe walks into the kitchen and looks at it, exclaiming most innocently, "Oh good, you found my cat with a microphone." In a composed voice, unnatural to me, I replied, "I sure did sweetie. That's a great microphone." She confessed that she had her BFF make the cat because she took too long perfecting the microphone. Maybe I should'Ve paid more attention to the Christmas sugar cookie she made at age 3, in the shape of a penis and called it her "Christmas Snake". One-eyed snake, maybe. Wish me luck, those teen years can be a real bitch.
J
4 comments:
Why are you seeing penises (peni?) everwhere? I wonder what a day lived through your eyes looks like...i imagine some sort of wang-filled Krofft-esque landscape.
I believe heterosexual women are born to see peni everywhere. It's a survivial of the species thing. Though a day lived through my eyes would be an adventure I assure you.
Those MGs really know their microphones. Trust me.
We should probably clarify which "girls" you're talking about, here. Don't need Chris Hansen from To Catch a Predator showing up at the house.
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